Shocking the Martial Soul Hall! The Saintess's Martial Soul Evolves Madly!

Hu Liena stared at the Primordial Spirit Bead hovering three inches before her, caught in a deep internal struggle.

She knew that if she accepted it, she was effectively conceding.

Conceding to the Marriage Contract that had descended from the heavens, conceding to the Shen Yichen she had never met, and conceding that from this day forth, she would be someone else's "Dao Companion."

Yet, if she refused, she would have to watch this supreme treasure—capable of awakening her Green Hill bloodline and reshaping the foundation of her martial soul—slip through her fingers.

Hu Liena gritted her teeth until they clicked, her fingertips trembling slightly. Just as she hesitated for the third breath—

"Move aside!"

Bibi Dong moved.

Without any warning, the Rakshasa God power around her erupted, shrouding her entire being in dark purple light.

She raised her right hand, soul power rapidly condensing in her palm into a massive purple claw. With a shrill whistle that tore through the air, she lunged toward the Primordial Spirit Bead suspended in mid-air!

"An object of such unknown origin should be kept and appraised by Martial Soul Hall!"

Bibi Dong's judgment was simple—regardless of what this bead was, she would secure it first.

Once it fell under the control of Martial Soul Hall, the initiative would be in her hands.

As for what this Shen Yichen wanted, she could decide that after she had thoroughly investigated the secrets of the bead.

The purple claw spanned several yards, carrying the full soul power of a peak Titled Douluo, and under the gaze of everyone present, it slammed fiercely toward the pigeon-egg-sized white bead.

The moment they touched.

Golden light surged.

A piece of ancient Celestial Master Dao Pattern suddenly appeared on the surface of the Primordial Spirit Bead. The pattern shone for only an instant, yet it released a world-shattering force of repulsion!

BOOM—!

Bibi Dong's body was sent flying backward instantly.

She wasn't just knocked away; she was crushed.

The purple claw, which had condensed all of her soul power, didn't even last a single breath against the golden Dao Pattern before shattering into a sky full of purple fragments.

Immediately following, that Dao power surged along her arm, sending her flying over a dozen yards away.

"Bang!"

Bibi Dong's back slammed heavily into a stone pillar of the Pope Palace. The pillar cracked with the impact, and debris rained down.

She knelt on one knee, her right hand's fingers curled in a spasm, wisps of black smoke rising from her fingertips. This was no ordinary burn—it was the Dao Qi purifying the Rakshasa evil spirits within her.

"Urgh—!"

A stifled groan was squeezed from Bibi Dong's throat.

The Rakshasa Martial Soul within her let out a shrill, mournful shriek.

The evil forces that had been entrenched deep within her meridians for decades were being forcibly stripped away by an irresistible golden Dao Qi. Every bit that was peeled away brought a heart-piercing, bone-eroding agony.

Bibi Dong's forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat, her face turning deathly pale.

On the plaza, thousands of soul masters stared blankly at the scene, their minds completely blank.

The Pope... was sent flying by a bead?

And injured so severely.

"Teacher!"

Xie Yue was the first to react, rushing to Bibi Dong's side and reaching out to support her.

Bibi Dong shoved him away and stood up, gritting her teeth.

Her right hand was still emitting black smoke, the five fingers swollen and deformed, dark red blood seeping from beneath her nails.

But she did not look at her own injuries.

She stared at the Primordial Spirit Bead, which remained quietly suspended in front of Hu Liena, her chest heaving violently.

Dao Qi purifies evil spirits.

These five words echoed repeatedly in her mind.

The excruciating pain from just a moment ago was not an attack; it was purification.

The moment that Dao power touched the Rakshasa evil spirits within her, it had instinctively moved to purge them.

What did this mean?

It meant that Shen Yichen's Dao power was a natural counter to her Rakshasa Martial Soul.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Bibi Dong's back.

After confirming his teacher was not in immediate danger, Xie Yue walked quickly to Hu Liena's side.

Hu Liena remained where she was, frozen solid.

She had watched with her own eyes as her teacher—the most powerful woman in her heart—was nonchalantly swatted away and severely wounded by a single bead.

"Nana."

Xie Yue lowered his voice, leaning close to her ear.

"You saw it too; this Primordial Spirit Bead only recognizes you as its master. No one else can even touch it."

Hu Liena did not respond; her gaze remained fixed on the right hand of Bibi Dong, which was still emitting wisps of black smoke.

Xie Yue continued, "Accept it. With it, your strength will advance by leaps and bounds. When that time comes, no one will ever be able to bully you again."

These words struck a chord with Hu Liena.

Indeed, what would refusing even accomplish now?

Hu Liena looked at the Primordial Spirit Bead before her, which was radiating a warm, white light.

She raised her hand.

The moment her fingertips touched the surface of the spirit bead, a gentle warmth spread from the point of contact.

The Primordial Spirit Bead instantly transformed into a beam of white light, sinking into the center of her brow.

BOOM—

A vast yet gentle power exploded within her body, coursing through her meridians and flowing into every limb and bone.

Wherever it passed, the impurities accumulated over the years were stripped away one by one, expelled from her pores as grayish-white, murky gas.

Immediately following, a deeper power touched the origin of her Martial Soul.

Those malevolent forces she had contracted in the Capital of Slaughter—the dark residues she thought she had fully digested but were actually buried deep in the foundation of her Martial Soul—were purged without a trace.

Hu Liena shuddered, exhaling a breath of foul air, her entire being renewed from the inside out.

Then, her Demon Fox Martial Soul manifested automatically.

It was not released by her own will; the Martial Soul had broken free of its constraints on its own.

A long, lingering fox cry echoed throughout the sky above the Pope Palace.

In the stunned gaze of everyone present, Hu Liena's Demon Fox Martial Soul, with its originally eerie red fur, began to lose its color at a speed visible to the naked eye, replaced by snow-white fur as pure and untainted as the white snow of Kunlun!

Its aura climbed frantically.

Level 69.

Level 70.

Level 71.

It broke through; the bottleneck of a Soul Saint shattered just like that, with effortless ease.

Level 72.

Level 73.

It was still rising.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's jaw nearly hit the floor, and Ghost Douluo's hands stopped shaking, simply because he had gone completely numb.

Meanwhile, the phantom of the Demon Fox behind Hu Liena now had five tails that had turned snow-white.

The sixth tail was fading in color.

The seventh... began to grow.

Someone in the plaza let out a cry of shock: "The seventh tail! The Holy Maiden's Martial Soul is evolving!"

Bibi Dong stood in the distance, clutching her injured right hand, staring fixedly at the fox phantom transforming behind Hu Liena.

Seven tails.

Eight tails.

The moment the ninth snow-white tail slowly unfurled from behind the fox phantom, the sky over the entire Martial Soul City suddenly changed color—auspicious purple-gold clouds condensed out of thin air, obscuring the midday sun.

Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox.

The supreme bloodline of the ancient Green Hill had reappeared in the world after ten thousand years.

Hu Liena hovered in mid-air, her nine snow-white fox tails swaying slowly behind her, while the Fox Seal on her brow bloomed with a dazzling purple-gold radiance.

She looked down at her own hands, the soul power around her body still climbing incessantly.